We drive. We blah. We blah and drive and blah.

Lights. Camera. Action!

Hedon: You know Billy Joe Bob and Betty Lou? [friends of ours who also happen to be truckers]

Stace: Obviously.

Hedon: Well! I was talking to Betty Lou the other day and they may be doing a tv show.

Stace: Really? That’s great! They would be great for a tv show. What kind of show is it?

Hedon: They don’t know. Right now they’re just in the talking with the producers phase and taking some test footage to see if they can work something out.

Stace: Well I hope it works out for them. Did it make you regret not pursuing it when those women contacted us and wanted us to do a show?

Hedon: Nah. That’s not exactly our thing.

Stace: Not at all.

Hedon: Unless…. What if they had offered us an insane amount of money? I mean what if they had been willing to pay us like $300,000 a year?

Stace: Ugh. I still wouldn’t have wanted to do it. Being filmed all the time. No privacy. That is seriously not for me.

Hedon: Not me! For $300,000 a year they could film me all day every day driving around wearing nothing but boxer-briefs. I wouldn’t even run loads anymore. Oh sure it would be uncomfortable in the beginning but after the first couple of checks started rolling in I bet I would get right into the swing of things.

Stace: Why in the hell would they want to film you driving around in your underwear?

Hedon: I don’t know. Maybe there’s a group of girly-girl lesbians out there with a weird fetish about great big raggedy diesel dykes who drive their semi-trucks around all the time in their underwear. You can never tell about lesbians.

Stace: ….

Hedon: ….

Stace: I don’t seem to have a response to that.

Hedon: So can I do it?

Stace: Yes. Yes you can. If a television production company calls you up out of the blue and offers you $300,000 a year to film you driving around all day in your underwear to titillate super-femme lesbians you have my blessing. Go for it.

I don’t think being gay is a requirement for driving around in one’s underwear for large amounts of money for a television audience. I tell ya what, I’d even drive around in a thong for that kind of money! I’d shave my head and cover myself with peanut butter if that’s what it took!